You Wicked Little Imp

Su Chen sneered.

If this old rat were hiding in the shadows playing dirty, he might have felt a shred of apprehension.

But to jump out and face him head-on? He wasn't afraid in the slightest!

With a thought, the Heart of Rules in its sword form materialized in his hand.

Immediately following, two bright yellow, century-level spirit rings rose slowly from beneath his feet!

Tang Hao's pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with shock!

What was going on with this brat? Why had he obtained a second spirit ring after only a few days?

Moreover, in the face of his own pressure as a Title Douluo, the boy dared to reveal his martial soul?

Was he really that brave?

Tang Hao forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart and spoke coldly, "Kid, I don't care which faction you come from. As long as you swear an oath by your martial soul to pledge your loyalty to me, I can let you go, or else..."

Tang Hao didn't finish his sentence, but the threat in his words was clear to anyone.

He still wanted to bring Su Chen under his command, just like those Four Single-Attribute Clans.

To take him in as a dog!

After hearing this, Su Chen burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

He feigned picking his ear, his eyes filled with mockery.

"A dignified Title Douluo, running out in the middle of the night to threaten a student from a junior academy—aren't you afraid of being laughed at if this gets out?"

"Let me guess, which shrinking turtle are you?"

Su Chen stroked his chin, deliberately drawing out his tone.

"Title Douluos with hundred-thousand-year spirit rings can be counted on one hand, yet you hide your head and show your tail."

"So, you must be that Rat Douluo, Tang Hao, who caused his own father to die of anger six years ago and forced the Clear Sky Sect to seal itself off from the world!"

Su Chen tilted his head, smiling at him. "I shouldn't be wrong, right?"

Tang Hao was shocked!

Tang Hao was furious!

Not only had this brat exposed his hidden identity, but he dared to call him Rat Douluo!

Even worse, he had mercilessly torn open the deepest scar in his heart.

This boy must not be allowed to live!

Tang Hao's killing intent instantly solidified! His immense spiritual power swept across the entire back mountain like a tidal wave.

After confirming there were no experts lurking nearby, he had no more reservations.

Su Chen initiated his move at zero frames.

He raised the sword high above his head and let out a strange cackle: "Hehehe... come and taste the might of your Grandpa Su, you old rat."

100% Barehanded Blade Catch.

Tang Hao, who was just about to strike, suddenly felt a surge of pressure, and his legs began to buckle downward.

Could this brat's spirit skill actually work on a Title Douluo?

Tang Hao circulated his spirit power frantically!

Unfortunately!

It was completely useless!

Like an incompetent husband, he knelt on the ground just like Tang San, sliding rapidly toward Su Chen on his knees!

A rule-based spirit skill was just that unreasonable.

Tang Hao had wanted to pull off a grand entrance, but unfortunately, he had just made a grand mess of himself.

Seeing Tang Hao halfway through his slide, Su Chen suddenly remembered his newly unlocked second spirit skill.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he deliberately withdrew the rule-based traction.

The moment he regained control of his body, Tang Hao immediately summoned his martial soul and smashed it toward Su Chen.

Tang Hao arrived in front of Su Chen in a flash.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand grew rapidly.

"Die!"

He roared, and the Clear Sky Hammer swelled in the wind, carrying a terrifying, destructive force as it plummeted straight toward Su Chen's forehead.

Su Chen did not dodge or weave.

He activated his second spirit skill directly.

"Shared Adversity!"

A layer of invisible, absolute defense instantly unfolded.

BANG!

The massive Clear Sky Hammer slammed into Su Chen.

A deafening roar exploded outward.

Tang Hao, who had expected Su Chen to be reduced to a pulp, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and was sent flying backward at an even greater speed.

He spat out a long trail of blood in mid-air as he went.

Su Chen smacked his lips, thinking it a pity.

It was a shame Tang San wasn't nearby; otherwise, he could have transferred the damage directly onto that little brat.

After rolling across the ground a few times, Tang Hao quickly steadied himself.

He stared at Su Chen in horror!

What on earth was this brat? There was clearly no one else around, so why had he been injured by his own power?

Tang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, only to hear a voice dripping with mockery.

"Is that it? Is this the level of the Clear Sky Douluo?"

Gripping the Clear Sky Hammer once more, Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot!

As a dignified Title Douluo, how could he capsize in the hands of a mere greenhorn!

He took a deep breath, his soul power surging wildly once again as he prepared to launch an even more ferocious attack.

Suddenly!

That familiar, eerie sensation descended upon him once more!

Tang Hao's knees slammed into the dirt against his will, carving two deep furrows into the earth.

[You have created an abstraction, gaining 500 Abstraction Points!]

Su Chen was delighted; this old rat was actually a better source of gold coins than the little brat.

He remembered the little brat had only yielded 200 Abstraction Points at first.

Tang Hao knelt on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead as he frantically pushed his soul power to the limit, attempting to shatter this damnable restraint!

But Su Chen had no intention of being as gentle as he had been with Tang San.

With a flick of his mind.

The Heart of Rules in his hand instantly shifted its form!

A massive club covered in sharp, jagged barbs appeared in his grip!

The Wolf-Tooth Sword Club!

This brat's martial soul could actually transform?

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Tang Hao's heart.

The next second.

His hands were forced to clap together, clamping down tightly onto the barbed club against his will!

The sharp iron spikes instantly pierced through his flesh, and blood began to stream down!

Though a piercing, agonizing pain shot through him, Tang Hao gritted his teeth.

Who was he? He was the iron-willed Clear Sky Douluo!

What was a mere bit of physical pain to him?!

He continued to struggle desperately, trying to regain control of his body.

Just then, he saw Su Chen pull out a bag of something.

He squinted, realizing it was a bag of fine salt.

Tang Hao was puzzled—why was this brat pulling out a bag of salt?

The next second, he found out!

Su Chen took the fine salt and unceremoniously sprinkled it evenly over Tang Hao's blood-drenched hands!

"You motherf—"

"Hiss—!!!"

With the wounds covered in salt, the immense pain forced Tang Hao to swallow his curses.

And it wasn't over yet.

Su Chen spent another 1 Abstraction Point to redeem a bottle of bright red liquid from the system shop.

Extra-Concentrated Chili Water.

Hehehehe!!

Su Chen looked at Tang Hao, whose face was twisted in agony, and let out another strange laugh.

That smile made even this Clear Sky Douluo feel a chill run down his spine.

Had he known this wicked brat was so vicious, he would have died before ever coming here.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Immediately after, he watched as Su Chen poured chili water over his own hands as well!

Tang Hao knelt on the ground, staring fixedly at this scene!

He had originally thought that with his strength as a Titled Douluo, he could handle this little beast as easily as crushing an ant.

And then, return the humiliation Tang San had suffered a thousand times over!

He never expected this.

Instead of showing off, he had been played by this wicked brat!

The excruciating pain in his palms surged in waves like a tsunami!

He was a tough man, after all! He gritted his teeth firmly, refusing to utter a single sound!

It was merely salt and chili water sprinkled on his wounds!

It didn't hurt!

It didn't hurt at all!

A brave, tough man fears no hardship.

Tang Hao's eyes were wide enough to split, and with tears welling up in them, he looked at Su Chen: "You naturally wicked brat."